Triad

by Selena Kitt

  “No worries, I’m here to save the daaaaay!” Fresh cold water dripped on her heated flesh as the rigid cock she’d been drooling over entered her.

  “Oh yeah, do it hard.” He did. His fingers bit into her as he rammed her over and over. Her muscles tightened around him. “Feels so good.”

  He leaned over her and bit her shoulder with gentle teeth. “Woman, I want to do this all day. Your pussy is like a fitted glove.”

  His words sent her flying over the edge. He grabbed her as she saw the water coming closer to her face. “You’re so hot, baby,” he whispered against her ear.

  “Oh, god,” she panted when another rush swept through her. She trembled uncontrollably.

  “Nice.” He nibbled on her ear and she shivered. She grabbed onto the sink, letting her body come down.

  “Thanks for not letting me drown,” she gasped.

  “My pleasure.”

  She moved from him, letting him ease from her. “Let me suck you off—then I have to get the beans done.” Turning around, she kissed him, long, slow and sensuous, tasting his lips before going to her knees. She ran her tongue up Lenny’s shaft, around the head back down and up—that was all the foreplay she could muster. She took his length in one movement, sucking as she moved up and down. His fingers held her head while he thrust setting the pace his need required. He swelled and she massaged his balls until the shot of cum rolled down her throat.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned as he fed her a warm mid-morning snack.

  She sat back on her heels when he stumbled backwards. “What, I literally blew you away?”

  He laughed. “You did. Wowza!”

  Jackie looked around for Randy. He stood behind her, leaning against the sink with a hard-on tenting his shorts. “As much as I want to help you out, break’s over. I have chores.” When he started to pout, she shook her head. “Inside, both of you. One of you best make sure you don’t lose your job and the other best not miss any interviews he has scheduled.”

  They turned and walked toward the house, their heads hanging. “She never lets us have any fun.”

  “She’s mean. Let’s run away.”

  Oh my god! She rolled her eyes and went cool down under the shower before getting back to the beans.

  * * * *

  Hours had passed, the canning was done, the beans blanched and in the freezer, a roast cooked in the oven for dinner and Jackie was tired, but content. The guys had disappeared, leaving to do her thing and she now wondered where they were as she sat out on the front stoop with a glass of lemonade. They hadn’t gone into town, because all three vehicles were still in the drive. She yawned. Most likely they were off concocting some crazy escapade for the evening.

  Getting to her feet, she went to fix a bath while she had a chance. She filled the tub, lit sugar cookie candles and turned the light out. After undressing, she slipped down into the water. Laying back with her eyes closed, she allowed herself to bask in the aftermath of a fantasy come true. She’d heard the reality of them was never as good as what the mind conjured, but so far, she had to disagree. In fact, if it were possible, it had been better. The guys had totally been into it, even this morning. Now she thought about it, it seemed her plan aligned with theirs. Wow!

  For Lenny to go along with this, he had to have thought it through, which meant it wasn’t spur of the moment. The little stinker, she thought as she laid a wash cloth over her eyes. A wonderful, lovable stinker whom she loved with everything she was. How it was possible to love someone more than you already did, she didn’t know, but she did. She sighed and let herself dose.

  Jackie’s internal clock went off and she pulled the plug and grabbed a towel. It was time to finish dinner, and if the man-boys weren’t around, maybe they’d show up when they smelled food. She hoped so. She hoped they weren’t playing seek and find us, though it could be fun to find them and have some hot one-on-one while the other waited to be found. Thinking about it brought up another aspect of having Randy live there. She’d like to know if it was possible for her to have a sexual relationship with him without it interfering with her marriage. Both of them were so much fun in bed, but in different ways. However, after last night, and this morning, why would he have a problem?

  She dusted a little body powder on her heating body, brushed her hair out, then went to dress. The bed made her smile. Yep, Lenny had no problem sharing her with his brother. She buttoned her shorts on her way from the room.

  The television was on when she entered the living room. One of the guys had stretched out on the couch with a bag of chips on his chest. His cohort sat in the recliner. Both appeared to be napping. Shaking her head, she went on into the kitchen, halting a step or two through the door. Her mouth opened and closed as her eyes stung with the threat of tears. She turned to retrace her steps back to the living room, but both of the men stood there with hips cocked, thumbs sticking in their pockets. “What possessed you?”

  “You,” they said together.

  She walked up to them, kissed them on the cheek and hugged them together. “I love you!”

  Excited, she approached the table and sniffed the Black-eyed Susan’s and fingered the soft petals of the chicory. She loved wildflowers and it touched her soul to know they’d gone out and picked them. She gazed around the beautiful table they’d set with her good stoneware. She reached for the bottle of wine, but the label was in a foreign language.

  Looking over at the men, she said, “I’m not going to ask. Tonight.” She set it down. “Let me finish dinner.” Moved, she turned toward the stove. She took the roast from the oven in order to add vegetables, but they’d already added them. They had to be up to something. Oh, no! What’d they break…destroy…wreck?

  She faced them. “How much is it going to cost?”

  “What?” they asked.

  “Whatever you damaged?”

  “We didn’t, we swear.” They held up their right hands.

  “We’ve been acting like boys so we wanted to make up for it.”

  She tilted her head, smiling. “Not all of the time.”

  “Really?” They looked at one another and high fived. “We’re half-boy, half-man. Who’d have thunk it.” She shook her head. “Oh, sorry. No more boy.”

  They’ll always be boys, she thought, but they were her boys, as they were her men. She set the roast back in the oven to finish cooking and turned around to see one of them opening the wine and pour three glasses.

  Taking the glass handed her, he held his in the air. “To the loveliest, smartest and sexiest woman alive.”

  “Here, here.”

  They came closer to her, clinking their glasses with hers, smiling ever so sexy, their eyes holding promises she didn’t want to believe for fear it was her wistfulness. She sipped the wine as she walked through the house to sit on the porch. Resting her feet on the porch railing, she laid her head back against the wicker chair with her eyes closed. The screen door opened but didn’t close right away, telling her they’d both come out.

  No one said a word. They didn’t have to. The silence was comfortable but wired with anticipation of the night ahead, maybe. It certainly was on her part.

  She glanced over at them. They leaned on the far railing, their backs to her. No doubt pondering their plans they’d been off making. Adrenalin pumped through her. Need throbbed between her thighs and crawled through her legs, making them restless. She needed activity to hold herself off. Getting up, she went inside to knock some balls into the pocket.

  * * * *

  “Now that looks like dinner,” said a voice from the stairs.

  Jackie looked over her shoulder. The reasons she was down here knocking balls around stood on the stairs gawking at her ass. She finished lining up the six solid for the far corner pocket and sank the ball. Then she responded, “Dinner? No. Better.” Putting the stick in the rack, she started up the stairs. She patted the ass in front of her. “Should have made this an appetizer.”

  “Still can.”

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nbsp; “Nope, too late. Go wash up, and do it without getting soaked or making a mess.”

  “Yes, Mommy,” the one she couldn’t reach with her hand said in with a boyish tone.

  She crossed to the stove when they entered the kitchen, giving her attention to the transfer of dinner from pan to platter. She sliced the roast then went to set it on the table. The men sat in their chairs, hands under the table. Jackie thought it odd to see them so proper. It made her suspicious. Eying one then the other, she sat and fixed her plate, uneasy with the quiet. Any moment now, they were going to burst out with something to scare the living daylights out of her. Or wait for her to yell at them, because she couldn’t stand it. They’d win, as it was already getting to her.

  Although she could feign apologetic behavior, slip down beside them and give them blow jobs to bring back the men she knew, she thought. She flexed her thighs when her pussy jumped with excitement. On the other hand, why rush it? Let’s see how long they can last.

  She ate while watching them put food on their plate and eat ever so slow. The bizarre behavior was too much. After a long drink from her wine glass, she sat back. “What are you guys doing?” she asked.

  “Being perfect gentlemen.”

  “More like prissy high-society spinsters at a tea,” she said then threw a piece of carrot at both of them in an attempt to get her boys back. They didn’t react like she wanted. Rather they took another bite and chewed with blank stares. “All right, enough.” She threw more food at them.

  “Food fight!” they called.

  Carrots, potatoes and even the meat came at her from both directions faster than she could throw back. When the barrage ended, she saw food everywhere but on the table, even in their hair. She burst out laughing, went to sit, but missed the chair.

  “Oh, god!” She lay back laughing, struggling to breathe. They came to help her up, but she tugged them down to her. “You’re going to help me clean the mess up.”

  “Sure.”

  They started licking potato from her chest. It wasn’t what she meant by clean up, but hey, it was more fun. She picked food from their hair, tossed it on the floor and half-heartedly protested when her shirt came up over her breasts. “I don’t think there’s food under there.”

  “Have to make sure,” Lenny said, moving his mouth between her breasts. He never failed to go for them first. They were his favorite part of her body while his brother had to have her pussy first. Another point in the pro threesome column, she thought.

  She lifted her hips, letting Randy remove her shorts and crawl between her legs.

  “Could be something down here, too,” he said, running his tongue around her pubic area.

  Sighing, she caressed Lenny’s cheek as she watched his tongue circle around her pebbled tip. He switched to the other as fingers probed her tunnel, slowly moving in and out. She caressed his side with her toes driving him nuzzle in. He lapped and nibbled around his busy fingers. Her hands stretched over the floor, the pads of her fingertips pressing into the tile as she drew them back. Hands cupped her butt cheeks, holding her against his face. Shudders swept through her. Her pussy clenched.

  Lenny drew her nipple deep into his mouth, causing her to arch. “This is so hot,” she moaned as a slithering orgasm moved through her to the edge . She arched and all of sudden, they left her. “Hey?” she panted. They started cleaning up the table as well as the mess on the floor.

  They looked at her. “Yeah?” Randy asked.

  “Thought you wanted the mess cleaned up,” her husband added.

  “I do, but…” She watched them in disbelief.

  “But, what?”

  “Not at the expense of what you started.”

  Lenny grinned at her. “Maybe we’re ADD.”

  “And you do have two hands.” Randy looked around at her from where he knelt cleaning food from the floor. “They don’t seem to be doing anything else at the moment.”

  “With two sexy hunks in the house,” she said crawling over to him. She pushed him over onto his back and yanked at the snap of jeans. “I have better things to do with my hands.” She proceeded to prove it by pulling his jeans down and wrapping her fingers around his erection.

  “They are quite powerful, too. I can stop your arousal, heighten it, even make you come in seconds,” she said while her hand moved over his hot shaft. She looked across the table at his brother, who stared at them. “What do you think he’d prefer?”

  “I don’t know about him, but I want your mouth wrapped around my dick.”

  The cock in her hand jerked. “Well, what are you doing over there?” She smiled at the man on his back. “He spoke for it first.”

  In route around the table, Lenny removed his jeans.

  They fell under her control and she realized she had the power to bring them to their knees, or back, as the case may be. It made her feel like she held a whip without actually having one. They were hers to master at this moment.

  Spasms ran through her, forcing her to admit, the power went both ways. They shared it despite who had control now as her body reminded her by begging to ride of their delicious cocks.

  She leaned over, brushing her lips across the tip of her husband’s shaft when he knelt in front of her. It bobbed. Overwhelmed with eroticism, she trembled with excitement.

  “Oh, he’s a happy boy.” She swirled her tongue around the head, inhaling his musky scent. Jackie sighed then looked over at the one who didn’t dare move as long as she gripped his prize package. Randy had folded his hands under his head, watching her. She winked at him and gave him a little hand action and saw his eyes flutter. She smiled up at the lucky one in front of her.

  “Be right back.” With eyes blurred with arousal, Jackie took Randy’s cock deep in her mouth, wetting it. “Mmm, yum,” she said. Gripping it, she started jacking him then turned back to the patient man. He’d moved closer which helped her to handle both of them with more ease. She mouthed the reddening length, her own arousal demanding attention, but she wanted to care for her men first.

  Enveloping the cock, she sucked, moving her hand in time with her head. Lenny stilled her, his breathing shaky as he thrust between her lips. She felt hips rise off from the floor, his legs move out. Both of her boys were getting close. She tilted her head to see Randy. He watched her through the slits of his eyes, his chest moving with labored breathing. She sucked, faster, deeper. Alternating groans filtered around the room. Stopping her hand at the base of his cock, she tightened, holding him off. Pre-cum flowed around her tongue and she sucked hard, slow and moved his hip hinting he could go ahead and pump her. A guttural moan escaped him as he grabbed her head, spurting with each thrust before he stilled, jerking with aftershocks. She swallowed and sucked until he eased out. Running her tongue over him, she cleaned him up before he fell back on the floor, panting.

  Hungry for more, Jackie took Randy’s raging hard-on into her mouth. He bucked, air swooshing from his lungs. Sucking, she loosened her fingers and cupped his balls. They were rock solid. She lowered wrapping her lips around one. His musky scent intoxicated her, urging her to run her tongue over it, circling until his thighs tensed. His hips rose and fell, she sucked as he moved between her fingers.

  “I’m going to lose it,” he announced.

  She switched to the other testicle, moved her mouth over it like a lollipop. He groaned and his body jerked, shaking. Grinning, she ran her tongue up his shaft, watching him shoot cum over his six-pack. “Look what you did.”

  “Look what you made me do.”

  “I did that. Well, I was taught to clean up my messes.” She swallowed his cock, sucked on it, setting off tremors.

  “Damn, Jac!” he breathed.

  She moved up and licked across his abdomen, following a pearly white stream. He quivered at her touch and caressed her as she sucked and lapped, cleaning him up.

  Memories of days when they’d goof around with different sex play flooded her and she didn’t stop when there was nothing more to cl
ean up. Licking, sucking his rock hard nipples, she felt his hand run over her body and reach under and grab a breast, mold it, pull on the tip, then he went lower and plunged into her pussy. “Ah,” she moaned and moved against him.

  A hand massaged her foot and she sat back on her heels, checking herself to be sure she stayed within the realm of the game until such time it was an agreeable change. She ran her tongue over her lips.

  “Wow, best dinner I’ve ever had. Thanks, guys.” She got to her feet. “Rest up, you’ll need it,” Jackie told them as she began to clean up the food mess.

  “Haven’t you figured out who your husband is yet?”

  “Why? Not having fun, boys?” she asked as she removed the tablecloth, picked up her clothes, and put them in the laundry room. “Bored with your sex toys?”

  “Man, if I could move…”

  “Same here—she drained me.”

  Jackie ignored them and started to wash up the dishes. When she finished and had everything wiped down, she grabbed the mop and bucket with the intention of mopping the floor. “You’d better not be sleeping over there?”

  “No, resting up.”

  “Go shower, I need to mop,” she said as she let water run in the bucket.

  “I think I’m stuck to the floor.”

  She started on the sink side of the kitchen and worked her way over to them. She nudged their bodies with her mop. They didn’t budge.

  “Human floor décor would make an interesting conversation piece come Thanksgiving.” She mopped around them. “Not quite sure Aunt Edna’s heart could handle such modern art. However, I’m sure Uncle Fred would put his off-color humor to work.” She held out a hand to Lenny. “On the other hand, you might expel an offensive odor by then.” He grabbed onto her wrist and she yanked him up.

  He held his hand down to his brother. “Come on before she mops over you.”

  “Go, shower, and save some hot water for me,” she told them.

  They left her to finish up. then she fixed them some soup and grilled cheese to eat while she showered.